Wellington Street
“This all started as a social experiment…
As part of my course work, I was asked to investigate a specific stretch of road in order to explain how communities can develop stories and shared experiences. The posts that will follow will be a collection of the reported true tales, fabrications, and actual works of writing produced by the population of Wellington Street.
I cannot verify all that will be included, only speculate.
What I can be sure of, however, is that there was no way I could have predicted the strange and often frightening quality of the stories I have encountered. Names of the people will not be included for the sake of anonymity, but effort will be made to change as little as possible.”
— March 15th 2014
“Thick Black Hair”
“Sometimes things happen like that, an apparent trauma on the horizon that caused us to try and squeeze in every single second with each other.”
Factory 1 “Stitches”
“It was determined that despite the violence of the crime, the man was awake for the entire preceding.”
Bus Stop “Something on the Roof”
“It was clearly just one thing, walking along the roof and heading towards the window.”
Hospital “The Late Arrival”
“ His nose was missing most of its flesh, and his eyes were dark and squinted even when open.”
The River 1 “The Strange Music”
“Instead of simply waking up like one would from a nightmare, instead a flood of images plunges into my mind. Inside of five minutes I am a crying mess…”